Yet there I was, returning to New York City with body odor ripening as my deodorant quickly vanished under the stress of what would be the flight from hell because I was flying with your baby.
Kids intuitively know, deep down in their DNA, when the flight door closes, it’s time to freak the hell out. Parents — good luck with that.
Dread flying with young children? Here’s a little-known tip about those tiny bathrooms (that the author learned the hard way).
I give you: 50 things you can do with kids, or on your own, when your flight is delayed.